Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guatemala and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Scion to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
Faraquet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Little Man,
Iggy Pop,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Organ,
The Cure,
Second Layer,
Toni Rubio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
U.S. Maple,
Grauzone,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Al Stewart,
Franke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
Aural Exciters,
Morten Harket,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiohead,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
The Misunderstood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
Ponytail,
Kenny Larkin,
Moebius,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.